Biography of Gracey Newman
I am 17 nearly 18. I have a great interest in poetry.
My favourite quote is
“The greatest happiness is to scatter your enemy, to drive him before you, to see his cities reduced to ashes, to see those who love him shrouded in tears, and to gather into your bosom his wives and daughters.”
- Genghis Khan.
I normally write Dark Poetry..not every one likes my style of writing... Some may say its rubbish but im fine with that..no poem is rubbish its all art at the end of the day....
All poets are good liers!
Gracey Newman Poems
Ballads Of A Drag Queen.
I wake up not knowing who I am. waiting for my mother to leave so I can go looking through her wardrobe to find something in a size 12. Was this only made for girls? My dad took me to see a phycologist. They called it a phase and said I wasnt a real man.
Another Jack-In-The-Box Wreck.
Inside a box; springs and hair. Inside a box; another jack-in-the-box wreck. Inside a box; 10 by 10, I''m suffocating.
On the edge of the lost. In Vegas, In vegas I drink too much. Like the rest I sip and fall. I stand up close and personal,
You Do Not Represent Me!
With your hands hid behind your back. You turn from what you said. as its all speculation, that''s what you said, well your a monster and you do not represent my views, as a young white British child. You are dead to me. BNP?
You are the overdose in a room full of addicts. You are the blade slicing threw sheep''s skin. You are the bullet that fly''s out of the barrel of a gun.
6 When they scream When they shout BOOM one more down.
Crimson Coloured Heart.
I fell for the comfort of your words, to find my heart there - still broken. You promised you would mend it, but here I lye still waiting. I imagine your tattooed arms embrace my crimson coloured heart. Instead you strangle me, till my veins run dry, till the last breath I take, till I die.
We Dance.You Smile. I Cry.
I was ready for anything that night. you look at me, I feel everything you can feel it too. Tension.
Innocent little child with big dreams ahead she would have done well but it seemed no one cared.
You realize you are alone. Thats when you realize it becomes easier to hurt someone. You realize there is no one to comfort you.
Its All The Same
Who is the Idiot? Who is wise one? Working class or king?
So Stain Them Red
She sits gagged and bound. Her wounds stitched not to help her but to prolong the agony. Her guts spread across the floor like a canvas stained bloody She no longer screams or weeps as she know what will happen.
So Stain Them Red
She sits gagged and bound. Her wounds stitched not to help her but to prolong the agony. Her guts spread across the floor like a canvas stained bloody
She no longer screams or weeps as she know what will happen.
My hands inching towards the razor blades, Ive been watching you whilst your sleeping. My eager eyes watch your imperfections and in my dreams I tear you apart. I rip out your guts....You have become perfect.
Ive waited long enough. I want my pure white hands to